If I Should Die
by TwentyThreeSecondsToSunrise
Summary: Imagine waking up to find your surroundings totally differnt. Now, imagine you are a pirate waking up from a coma in modern-day America. Captain Arthur Kirkland doesn't have to imagine that. Human!AU USUK
1. Invasion

**Hetalia is in no way mine. It belongs to Hima-Papa!**

_**Hello!**_

_**A/N: This is the re-written version of this story..**_

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_June 23rd, 1726_

*Kirkland's POV*

Captain Kirkland was an extremely light sleeper.

So, when the French came and boarded his ship, Kirkland was already wide awake, grabbing the covers, and laying them over Alfred's bed, in hopes that they wouldn't find him. He heard loud footsteps coming towards him, so he grabbed his boots on, and shoved his hat on his head as he moved into the shadows...

Five pirates walked in, and moved towards the Captain's bed, forcing off the covers, revealing two bags of potatoes, and no Captain. Kirkland shoved his desk at them, hopefully slowing them down as he dashed out the door, headed towards the other living compartments. He shoved the door open, causing all of them to stir from sleep.

"Wake up!" He barked, and started shoving people, in hopes he'd wake them faster.

"What are you doing?" Someone slurred, only half-conscious.

"We are being invaded! Now hurry up, and get the others awake!"

Five people jumped up, their eyes wide. They started waking people up, and telling them to hurry.

"Do we get our swords and fight?" someone asked.

"No, I am going to hold them off. You just need to hurry! You'll need to use the secret exit, and make sure to fill the boats to the brim, I want everyone gone!"

The room was cleared quickly, with the exception of the Captain, and three other people he pulled back.

"Okay, I have a mission for you two. You need to make sure Alfred gets on a boat, and leaves. He's still asleep, so don't wake him till everyone's gone. Wait untill I get rid of the frogs, then we'll all go. If they take me... then just go." And with that, the Captain rushed out of the room.

He grabbed two knifes from the kitchen, and traveled up to the main deck, killing all the invaders he passed.

When he reached the main deck, he was greeted with even more invaders.

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*Alfred's POV*

He smelt something funny as he awoke.

It was smoke.

Alfred bolted up, and looked over to the bed Arthur slept in to see his covers undone, all the pillows thrown across the floor. he looked around the room, and found Arthur's desk lying sideways, and the candle in the middle of the room, its melted wax already dry, which meant that Arthur had been gone for a while.

Standing up, Alfred ran out the door, in the direction of the smoke, which lead to the main deck. Suddenly, he heard shouts.

"Get ze Captain!"

"Kill 'im!"

"Make him pay!"

Peering around the entrance, he saw a truly gruesome sight.

The whole deck was covered with blood, and at least half of the bodies on the deck were laying on the floor, dead or dying.

Most of the bodies looked French, and Alfred didn't recognize any of them. Alfred also noticed a couple of the invaders were gathered around something, and what it was, Alfred didn't know.

Suddenly he was pushed back, and a hand covered his mouth. "Shh! don't make a sound." Alfred heard a voice whisper. He quickly recognized the voice as Wesley, the ship's cook. Alfred nodded, and was released. He saw that Wesley was in his night-wear, and was accompanied with Lance, and Jack, the navigators of the ship.

"What's happening?" Alfred whispered, looking Wesley in the eyes, fearing what he'd say.

"Captain Bonnefoy came, and his crew invaded the ship to capture Arth- I mean, Captain Kirkland. You see all those bodies? Kirkland did that, single-handedly. But I doubt he'll last any longer, though.."

"Why can't we help him?"

Wesley opened his mouth to answer, but he didn't manage to sound a syllable, for a pained cry cut him off. Alfred, upon hearing that pained cry, raced to the voice, crying, "Arthur!"

Every invader looked up, and saw a boy running toward them, shouting "Arthur!"

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*Kirkland's POV*

He was doing brilliant, killing, stabbing left and right. Until he got stabbed in the shoulder, making him gasp out in pain, and clutch his shoulder.

His vision started to blur; he wouldn't get to leave this ship after all...

"Arthur!" That voice pierced through him, stabbing his heart with an unexplainable feeling, as his brain recognized that voice. Alfred.

"Who's that?" The Frog who'd stabbed him earlier asked, confusion in his voice.

"Do we kill him?"

Alfred pushed through the crowd, reaching Arthur, and wrapping his arms 'round him.

"I thought you left." Kirkland said, as he looked at Alfred, squinting, due to the smoke in the air.

"I just woke up, then smelt smoke."

"Oh."

"Aye! Get offa 'im!" A voice exclaimed, as hands pulled Alfred away, and even more hands started shoving him into a bag.

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His ship was burning.

And he couldn't _do_ anything to stop it. He wasn't big, or strong. He was small, _weak._

_Feminine, _is a way to describe it. Beautiful, with a face of an angel, is what his mum had said.

At the age of fifteen, he had ran away to nowhere. He became infamous once he 'lost' his eye, and became a captain of his very own ship at the age of seventeen.

Worst of all is that he wasn't in his ship; he was a captured prisoner of his way-long enemy, Francis Bonnefroy.

"Ohonhonhonhon, Arthur, can you feel it? The cries of your crew, as they burn in the night, never expecting their lives' to end so soon_..."_

Arthur didn't acknowledgde Francis's speach, instead he foucused on his cuffs, which where almost off...

After he un-did his handcuffs, he swiftly knocked out a cupple of crew members before the gunshot rang.

The one that landed on him, ending his short life.

The one that ended everything.

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(...Or should we say began?)

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**Um.. So. I didn't really write anything new on this chapter.. (I just kinda took chapter seven and smushed it in there.. ^^))**

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	2. Car Crash

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_October 15, 2012_

"Do we have to leave now?" Arthur whispered, clutching Alfred as he gasped for the breath he had lost during their many kisses.

Alfred pecked his lips, then pulled out his phone to check the time, careful to avoid the low ceiling the bleachers provided. "Sorry Babe, but I have to go to football practice." He pouted, "But we can meet here tomorrow?"

"Sorry Love, but I have to go home early tomorrow, doctor's appointment," Arthur had gained his breath back, "So-"

He was cut off by a heavy kiss. That kiss went interrupted when Alfred's phone started playing Canadian Please. Alfred stopped, and gathered his things, saying, "We'll have to finish that kiss later, Mattie wants me to hurry."

"Bye!"

Arthur left the school, he walked to his car and started to drive home.

When he reached the stop light, he slowed, and as he was stopping his car, the car right behind him sped up and hit his car, causing Arthur to hit his head _hard _on the steering wheel.

By the time the ambulance came, Arthur had already passed out due to blood-loss.

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_Three days later..._

"How's he doing'?" Scott asked the nurse that was fixing his pillows.

"We don't know yet... I'm sure he's going to be just fine, though!" The nurse flashed Scott her best fake reassuring smile. Scott scoffed and looked down, wiping his eyes and trying to not let his tears fall.

Three days, and no response from Arthur. He also heard the Doc talking to his mum about his brain activity going down, or something like that...

"Did he wake up?" Peter asked, as he entered Arthur's small hospital room with their mum.

"No. Have you told Fi, Patrick or Owain yet?" Scott asked.

"No... I don't want them to be worried if it's nothing."

Scott looked at his mum, "But this is something... Arthur could die!"

Mum never got to answer that, for the Doctor entered the room at that time, his big voice echoing throughout the room, "Now, let's check on our patient."

"In his comatose state, I highly doubt he's changed," Scott said to the Doc.

The Doctor nodded, and looked at a machine which checked his brain activity."Mrs. Kirkland, I'm afraid it's gotten worse."

"How?"

"Well, he isn't dreaming anymore, he's just sleeping. I'm afraid he might go brain dead soon..."

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**A/N**

**DUN DUN DUNN**

**I don't really know how brain activity is monitored, but this is an AU, so there's a huge machine in the room that checks on Arthur's condition! XD**

**Scott-Scotland (He's currently visiting, but he goes to a school in Scotland)**

**(Fiona)Fi-Ireland (Currently in a school in Ireland)**

**Patrick-Northern Ireland (Currently in a school in N. Ireland)**

**Owain-Wales (currently in a Welsh school) **

**Peter-Sealand**

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	3. Coma

**DISCLAIMER: I don't own Hetalia, or anything mentioned in this fic.**

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_October 25, 2012_

_3:41_

"He moved!" Peter exclaimed, as all the occupants of the room stopped breathing and denying, hoping against hope that the boy clutching Arthur's hand was right.

"That's not possible, Peter." Fiona said, looking at her younger brother's body, pale and unmoving, and let her tears fall, "Peter, the Doc said he's... He's..."

Fiona, Owain, and Patrick had arrived only yesterday, and have been at the hospital ever since. (The Doctor even let them stay during the night, due to Arthur's state rapidly deteriorating.)

The Doctor put a hand on Fiona's shoulder. "I'm sorry for your loss."

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_3:35_

"Let's see how Mr. Kirkland is today." Nurse J exclaimed with her _extremely_ fake smile, annoying everyone in the room. Scott suddenly stood and excused himself for a smoke outside, while Peter and Mum walked through the door, Peter's smile fading.

Nurse J gasped, her eyes widening as she read Arthur's brain monitor. She tapped a button on her pager, and murmured something into it. The Doctor arrived not even seconds later. "What's wrong?" He asked, looking a little breathless as if he ran here from another room on a different floor.

"His monitor... It's not doing anything but beeping red... I think he's..."

"He's what?" Peter asked, breaking the silence that had eloped the room after Nurse J's unfinished statement.

The Doctor looked at the family, then at the monitor. He could barely find any comforting words to say to them. "He's dead."

"Huh? No he's not! His heart beeper-thingie's still going! Arthur's gonna wake up any minute!" Peter exclaimed in his temper-tantrum voice he'd use to get anything he wanted.

"Sorry sweetie, but it's true. He's gone braindead, that means his brain-"

"Yes, yes, we all know what that means." Patrick cut Nurse J off. (He was a medical student, so he'd know. And they all pretty much knew what it meant due to its title being self-explanatory.)

"Well then, I think you know what happens next." The Doctor said to Mum, who said "Yeah, I do..." in a quiet voice.

"What happens?" Owain asked.

"He'll cut the cord, ending Artie's life." Patrick answered for the Doctor.

"Well, usually the spouse or a family member does that." Nurse J said too enthusiastically.

Peter rushed over to Arthur, clutching his hand with his two small ones. "He can't be... He can't..."

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_3:40_

Scott walked into the room, and stopped as he closed the door, looking at the scene that was before him.

Fi was clutching on Mum, and both were crying on each other. Pat was siting down, just stairing out into space, unshed tears in his eyes and a pained expression on his face. Peter was crying, gripping on to Arthur's hand. Owain was curled up on another chair, crying into his knees.

Their green eyes all held pain, a pain of loss.

"No... "

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**A/N**

**:'c I killed Artie...**

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	4. Awoken

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Everything was black.

Well, actually, there wasn't anything. Just black.

Arthur was scared. He didn't feel the pain on his forehead anymore; he didn't feel _anything._ It was strange.

"Hello?" He called. "Anybody here?"

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Captain Kirkland laughed. He knew he was in Hell, for it was black.

Heaven wouldn't be like this. But he was sure demons were gonna show up, and torture him or something like that, or he would see Captain Hook, his old imaginary friend. He thought it'd be more painful.

After standing in that blackness for sometime, he went and laid down on what was supposed to be the ground. It didn't feel like anything either.

...

After what was forever, Captain Kirkland heard something.

_"Hello? Anybody there?"_

_**Then all went white.**_

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Then everything was black. Well, it was a better kind of black.

Captain Kirkland could feel things, too. The warmth of the thing he was laying on, and the overall coldness his body felt, the scratchyness of his blankets. Pain marked everything down, though.

How his head hurt.

"Oh my god! Scott! Don't unplug it! He's moving! He's moving!" A voice to his left exclaimed. Captain Kirkland noticed that something was clutching his hand, so he started trying to free his hand from a (not really) painful grasp. He opened his eyes, to find a little boy's shocked face peeking at him. He was crying.

"Who are you?" The captain asked, his throat was extremely dry.

"Oh Arthur, you know who I am! I'm your brother, Peter!" The boy, Peter, cried.

"I don't have any brothers." Kirkland said, "Now I demand to know who you are."

"But I am-"

"Cut it out, Peter, Arthur clearly doesn't belive that." Another voice said.

It was then that Captain Kirkland truly noticed his surroundings. He was in a white room, and seven people filled it, all their expressions showed shock, disbelief.

"Do you think he has amneisia, Doc?" A brightly red headed, freckled person said, his bright green eyes filled with happiness.

"He might..." A man said, his blue eyes hard with disbelief and... Was it fear? Fear of what? Him? "We'll need to see what he knows."

The person went up to Arthur and held out his hand. "I'm Dr. Ash Tylerson. Do you mind if I asked you a few questions?"

"Yes, I do mind, but you may ask away." Captain Kirkland crossed his arms, and glared at the doctor.

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**A/N**

**I would've finished this yesterday, but I had to work on my English project... -.- Sorry **

**Next chapter will include the questions! XD**

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	5. Questions

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"Yes, I do mind, but you may ask away." Captain Kirkland crossed his arms, and glared at the doctor.

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"What's the last thing you remember?" Dr. Tylerson asked after everyone in the room had left, the last one being a nurse who needed to adjust the Captain's painkillers.

"Well, I remember my ship burning down, and my crew crying out. Then that Frog started to speak, whi-"

"Mr. Kirkland, I'm being serious." Tylerson glared at Arthur, who glared back.

"I am being _completely _serious."

"Okay, well, let's start with something else... What's the year?"

"1707."

"What's your name?"

"Arthur Kirkland, Captain of _Angel's Revenge."_

_"Really?"_

"Yes."

"Do you have any family that I can contact?"

"No, I don't have a family."

"Why?"

"They disowned me."

"May I know why?"

"No." Kirkland looked uncomfortable with the topic, so Tylerson didn't push.

"Okay... Do you have any likes and or interests?"

"Well, I've recently discovered the art of painting, and I think I'm pretty good at it, oh, and sword fighting is pretty cool too."

The doctor wrote down something, then he left the room. He came back with some sort of ball, and tossed it at Arthur.

"Think fast!" He exclaimed, as Arthur caught it.

"Why did you throw this at me?" Kirkland asked.

"It's a part of the testing, to see if your hand-eye coordination was affected by the injury in your head. Now I want you to pass the ball back to me."

After a while of the game he wrote down more stuff, then excused himself, leaving Arthur. Arthur then tried to figure out where he was, but had not the slightest clue... White walls, a huge black thing hanging across from him, and three chairs. Weird.

_Hospital._ The word was unconsciously whispered from his lips. So, this place was a hospital?

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Mrs. Kirkland stayed by her son's door, while Scott, Peter, Fi, Pat, and Owain went to the cafeteria.

Thirty minutes later the Doctor came out, closing the door in a way that wasn't very gentle. "Hello Dr. Tylerson, how's Arthur?"

Dr. Tylerson looked at a Van Gogh painting that was hanging in the hall, "I don't really know, Mrs. Kirkland, may I speak with you in my office?"

"Yes."

The Doc and Mum went to his office, the Doc sitting behind his desk, Mrs. Kirkland sat in a comfy black seat that was placed across from his desk. "Now, Mrs. Kirkland,"

"You can call me Jane."

"Okay, Jane, I need to tell you that your son surviving from that coma was _impossible."_

"If it was impossible, how come Arthur's still breathing?"

"I don't know, but we'll have to do some tests on him, to make sure he's not sick or anything like that."

"What tests are you planing on doing?"

"I'll explain them, first, we'll need to check his..."

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Kirkland had questions of his own he would like to have answered. After ten minutes of just looking around, and staring off into space, he concluded that he could get them by exploring the world outside of his room.

Removing the needles in his arm, he got out of his bed, and looked at what he was wearing. It looked and felt like paper. He needed to change into something else, something that would help him blend... He looked around, and found a bag. Looking into the bag, the Captain found a couple of shirts, jeans, and sweaters. He quickly found a button-up shirt, a pair of black pants, and a green sweater vest to wear.

He stepped out of the door in his new clothes, and looked around him. He was in a hall, with a lot of rooms making up an endless hallway.

Walking to the end of it, he saw a big silver door-like thing, with arrows and buttons by it. He pressed a button that had an arrow pointing up, and he waited for something to happen.

A ding sounded seconds later, and the doors to the silver-thing opened. Captain Kirkland entered the door, and the doors started to close. The inside was small, and empty, with only a poster advertising flu shots decorating a wall. Looking around, Kirkland noticed an even larger collection of buttons, but this time they had numbers on them. Picking #42, he pressed that button and waited.

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**A/N**

****The bag that Kirkland found belongs to either Owain, or Pat, because as soon as they arrived, they came to the hospital, and there-fore wouldn't have time to put their stuff up in their rooms... So yeah****

**In the next chapter, y'all can see what Cap'n Artie's going to find on floor 42!**

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	6. Arthur

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Arthur wasn't sure if he was dead, or alive. Perhaps he was alive, in the sense that he was breathing, but was he breathing? He didn't know. He couldn't feel anything.

Time was nonexistent; he did not know how long he had been here. Days? Months? Years?

Suddenly, there was a bright light, and he was pushed back.

He heard shouts. He was being dragged in a bag, but couldn't do anything, for he had various ropes restricting him from moving starting to untie his feet, he tried to hear something other than shouts.

"Oh honhonhon! Look at the mighty Captain Kirkland now! Tied in a bag, just waiting to be thrown into the sea, to be buried within the deep blue water!" A very French voice was heard by Arthur, who recognized it as his friend, Francis.

"Should we do it now?" Another voice asked, as Arthur's bag was picked up.

"Oui!"

He was being thrown now, and as he got his feet undone, he hit the water. Trying to get out of the bag, he finally un-did it, but passed out before he reached the surface.

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"I still have no idea how you fell flat on your face, yet managed to break and fracture your foot." Matthew told the air, as he stepped into Alfred's two person hospital room, carrying two big ice-cream cones. He handed Alfred his, while he started on his maple-flavored ice cream.

"Thanks so much Mattie! I can already feel my foot getting better!" Alfred exclaimed, as he attacked his own mint-chocolate chip cone.

"Any news on Artie?" He asked, referring to his missing boyfriend.

"Yeah, I found out that no one else knows where he is, even Francis. Francis told me something about a hospital, but I doubt he's still there, since it's been a week since the car crash."

"Okay..."

Another sad-looking/ kicked-puppy dog face dominated the usually smiling face of Alfred F. Jones.

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Finally, after what was an eternity of waiting, the mysterious silver-door thing dinged, and opened, revealing another endless hall, except this one had a brighter color scheme, consisting of mainly yellows and oranges.

Captain Kirkland walked through the hall, then stopped at a door with the number 4289, and opened it, poking his head through.

He saw a boy, around the age of 12, laying down in a bed, sleeping. Kirkland went inside the room, closing the door.

The boy had short, light blonde hair, and an expressionless, sleeping face. His room was decorated with flowers.

The boy awoke, flicking his eyes open, revealing bright green eyes. "Who're you? You don't look like a doctor.."

"I'm not one." Kirkland said, looking around the room.

"Then who're you? And why are you here? Are you looking for someone?"

"No, I'm not."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"I don't know..."

"Oh, okay then..." The boy fell silent, and let Kirkland walk around the room, examine all the flowers, and stare at the huge TV.

"What'ca looking at?" The boy asked.

"I don't know... But it looks very familiar for some reason..." Kirkland turned, and stared at the boy, "Do you know what it is?"

"'Course! It's a TV!" receiving a blank stare, he continued, "It plays television shows, like Wizards of Waverly Place, and movies like the Avengers..."

"I don't know what that is..."

The boy grabbed his remote, and flicked the TV on, making Kirkland jump and stare, wide-eyed, at the TV, as it showed a commercial for Johnson's Funeral Home.

"You really don't know what a TV is, huh?"

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**A/N**

***Oui is French for yes**

**I'm going to have Arthur in Kirkland's time...THANKS to the awesomeness of Casey Hence, for giving me that AWESOME idea...**

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	7. Captain?

**DISCLAIMER: Sadly, Me no own Hetalia. D:**

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Kirkland's head was spinning. Where in the world was he?

After he had gotten over the initial shock of the 'television', he had asked the boy other questions, where the boy had supplied the answers. But all the boy's answers had to be fake. There was no possible way that the year is 2012.

But as impossible as it sounded, everything the boy had said felt right to Kirkland...

"What's your name?" The boy asked, his head tilted a bit.

"Captain Kirkland. Yours?"

"Ma name's Jackson. Your name's Captain Kirkland, as in a pirate?"

"Yes."

"That's so cool!" Jackson exclaimed, bouncing a little in his bed.

Kirkland chucked a little at the boy.

"So, why are you here? Pirates don't go to hospitals, or at least the ones in movies don't..." Jackson tilted his head, looking at Kirkland.

"Well, I'm lost. Do you mind helping me find a way out of here?"

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Jack, Lance, Wesley and Alfred had gotten out of the boat right before the french had set fire to the _Angel's Revenge._

Alfred stared, his eyes wide as the french cannons destroyed his home, his memories...

His eyes had slowly closed, and his body slowly relaxed, as sleep took him over, washing his mind with a calm, peaceful blackness...

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Wesley felt numb.

He'd recently discovered that life was horrible, but he had never truly believed that until now.

What were they to do now? He had a little boy, and two other people to look after.

The whole crew had left in the emergency boats, probably even more lost at sea than they were.

"Wesley, a faster route to land would be around the French." Lance said, as he looked at his compass. "Do you think we'll be able to go around without them noticing?"

"I do not know. Can we try?"

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"Almost there..." Jack whispered, watching the French ship as they made their way past.

"Where?" A voice asked, making Jack jump a little, and looking over his shoulder he saw it was Alfred. "Is that the french ship?"

"Yes, we are passing it in order to reach land sooner."

"Oh." Alfred sighed, slumping his shoulders.

"You know he's probably dead, or being tortured."

"Yeah, but a boy can hope... Hey, Jack, what's that floating in the water?" Alfred squinted, as he tried to focus on the white object that was in the water.

"I don'-"

"Is that a _body?"_ Alfred gasped.

"What's all yer yelling about?" Lance slurred, as he started to wake up.

Alfred pointed towards the thing in the ocean, exclaiming, "Somebody's over there! We need to help them!"

"Okay, we will, you just need to calm down." Jack said, steering the small boat in the direction of the body.

When Jack and Lance fished the body out of the water, they noticed that the body looked familiar...

It looked exactly like their captain.

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**A/N**

**Ermm... Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I had to do stuff...**

**(The pirate version of Alfie is about thirteen/fourteen-iersh)**

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	8. GAH! Flying monkeys!

**Howdy Y'all!~~**

**Um.. I'm so SUPER sorry this story hasn't been updated.. **

**It's just that.. Well, I kinda got school, life, and a whole lotta stuff too.. :/**

**BUT! **

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	9. Chapter 9

**Umm.. Hi?**

**I'm so sorry to say this, but I'm putting this story on a temp. hiatus... **

**I AM still writing, though!**

**(P.S. I am totally never gunna stop thinking over this story! In time, hopefully, it will be written..)**


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